Billy Talent - Viking Death March dalszöveg (lyrics)
[Billy Talent - Viking Death March dalszöveg lyrics]
Hey! Down, let's take it down
Raise up the heads on a stake
We will show no mercy on evolution's mistake
Change, will have to wait
If we can't decide on a fate
Self appointed prophets
And a doomsday charade
You preach about love and teach about faith
But all your beliefs are still rooted in hate
Crosses still burn axes still fall
And down on your knees you
Just don't look so tall
Stop, punching the clock
Punch it with all of your rage
Put the men in office for a minimum wage
Rats, fighting for scraps
Siphon the gas from your tank
Left your pockets empty
As they laughed to the bank
They speak about trust but make no mistake
They shaking your hand while they
Spit in your face
Crosses still burn axes still fall
And down on your knees you
Just don't look so tall
Now, the time is now
We can still turn it around
Raise your voice like a weapon
Til they fall to the ground
Light, let there be light
Without a shadow of doubt
We will fight tooth and nail until
Salvation is found
So how can you look the world in the eyes
When all we can see is corruption and lies
Down on your knees you don't look so tall
Cracking the whip on the backs of the poor
We asked you to stop but
You still wanted more
The blood on your hands left
A trail as you crawl
Down on your knees you just
Don't look so tall
Crosses still burn axes still fall
Down on your knees you just
Don't look so tall
Crosses still burn axes still fall
Down on your knees, you don't look so tall
Open your eyes and the empire falls
Raise up the heads on a stake
We will show no mercy on evolution's mistake
Change, will have to wait
If we can't decide on a fate
Self appointed prophets
And a doomsday charade
You preach about love and teach about faith
But all your beliefs are still rooted in hate
Crosses still burn axes still fall
And down on your knees you
Just don't look so tall
Stop, punching the clock
Punch it with all of your rage
Put the men in office for a minimum wage
Rats, fighting for scraps
Siphon the gas from your tank
Left your pockets empty
As they laughed to the bank
They speak about trust but make no mistake
They shaking your hand while they
Spit in your face
Crosses still burn axes still fall
And down on your knees you
Just don't look so tall
Now, the time is now
We can still turn it around
Raise your voice like a weapon
Til they fall to the ground
Light, let there be light
Without a shadow of doubt
We will fight tooth and nail until
Salvation is found
So how can you look the world in the eyes
When all we can see is corruption and lies
Down on your knees you don't look so tall
Cracking the whip on the backs of the poor
We asked you to stop but
You still wanted more
The blood on your hands left
A trail as you crawl
Down on your knees you just
Don't look so tall
Crosses still burn axes still fall
Down on your knees you just
Don't look so tall
Crosses still burn axes still fall
Down on your knees, you don't look so tall
Open your eyes and the empire falls